remember that I am kind of (ok, fully) obsessed with my mom. When J. and I started dating (almost twelve years ago), I said to him, "I just want you to know that if you want to date me, you have to understand that everything you say to me will be repeated to my mother." Because he agreed to that relatively (ok, fully) insane condition, we have been happy ever since. I realized in Paris (and many times before and since) that there is something amazing about becoming an adult who actually gets along with her parents, not because they are my parents but because they are interesting, smart, passionate, driven, accomplished people who make excellent friends. There are few people in this world with whom I would rather spend time.
So, I am sad that all my siblings will get to celebrate with my mom this weekend while I am stuck in the land of spandex and patchouli. I will miss eating cake and toasting my BFF. "Forty" never looked better. Love you, Mom. You are truly fabulous, now and always.